Tuesday, 15 March 2016

RELEASING ~ Zephania's Chance

Chance
Hastings is alone. The person he was closest to was ripped away from him and
sent to the world below the high city. Chance is determined to find his sister,
no matter what it takes.

Zephania
Aroson is being hunted by his own race for believing their leaders were wrong.
The more he saw of the people of Earth, the more he realised they needed to be
afforded the opportunity to live. He wasn't willing to stand by and watch the
extinction of an entire race because his leaders commanded him to do so.

By saving
the life of the human, Zephania finds his mate in Chance Hastings. Together
they learn of a legend surrounding Chance and his siblings. With the help of a
group of freedomers, Zephania and Chance begin the search for them. Along the
way, they save Zephania's own family, and a new legend is uncovered.

EXCERPT

July 18, 5023 AD had changed Chance Hastings'
life forever. His view of the world had been irrevocably altered, and there was
absolutely nothing he could do about it. It had been a bloody rude shock to the
system when he'd found out humans weren't the only intelligent race inhabiting
the universe. He hadn't even been sure it had been aliens, as by all rights and
reasoning they hadn't existed—or so he'd been taught throughout his life. Hell,
who had he been kidding? The strangers flooding into cities all over the world
were real honest-to-God aliens and not little green men, either. These were
more humanoid looking. Word quickly passed from human to human that the aliens
had come to take over the world and turn the human populace into mindless
slaves. Others were saying the aliens had come to wipe everyone off of the face
of the earth so they could claim it for themselves.

Chance was in the group who believed the
latter explanation. So far, from what he'd seen, the newfound alien race was
the "shoot first and ask questions never" kind of people. Chance sat
against the side wall of Guardian Lowell's residence and took in the
destruction around him, trying to come to grips with what he'd found. Inside
the mansion, the whole Lowell family had been slaughtered, and by the state of
the decomposition, they'd been murdered a good couple of weeks ago—if not
longer. Deep down, Chance knew that if his first guardian had still been alive,
the family would have helped Chance if they could. Guardian Lowell had been one
of the few guardians who'd actually liked Chance and his siblings. The whole
Lowell family had treated them as their own, rather than the wards they truly
were. Instead, their lives had been forever changed the night they were taken
from the Lowell's home to live with a new guardian family.

Chance's mind wandered over the distant past
as he thought about how much their world—the world of the human race—had changed with each passing century. Once, there had only been Earth. Now there
were interconnecting cities above the earth's surface—great cities, each joined
to the other via endless corridors of housing. The wealthy thrived in the
cities, and the areas joining each city were where the poorer citizens resided.
Those people were known as bridgers. Chance had preferred his quadrant of the
world rather than being one of the city dwellers. The one strange thing he'd
seen was that there were no imperfect people in the upper world. It had taken a
long time for him to understand why. Then it was only through overhearing one
of his guardians talking that he realised anyone born less than perfect wasn't
tolerated. Imperfect people were taken to the lower world then left to defend
themselves as best they could. Chance didn't know how long the two worlds had
been separated—or even why.

All he knew for sure was that it had been
done a long time before he'd been born. He'd learnt since the day he'd
eavesdropped on the conversation, how those in charge at the time the worlds
separated had chosen who went up and who stayed behind, and the decisions
hadn't been done fairly. The rich had been given preference. All criminals, the
disabled, and the dirt-poor people had been left behind to fend for themselves.
Families had been torn apart. People hadn't even been given the choice of
remaining with their kin on the surface. They had been just rounded up and
taken up to the shining new city to live, and basically told that if they
didn't like it to get over it and start living their happily ever after.

Sometime Chance had to wonder why he, Faith,
and Maven had been up in the city and not on the surface. They were orphans—or so
they'd been told over the years by their guardians. It was odd for the three
siblings to be allowed to stay together. Usually orphan siblings were separated
and doled out to deserving families to use as they wanted. Faith had believed
there was something special about the three of them, mostly because they
weren't always treated poorly. At one time, people had actually given them
respect. That was, until seven years ago when they had been transferred to
their latest guardians. Something had changed, and in the middle of the night,
they'd been woken and shipped out of the inner cities to live among the
upper-class of the poorer citizens, although going from the life of luxury to
being a bridger had been a blessing in some ways. Chance no longer had to
pretend to be someone he wasn't. Luckily, Faith had been like-minded. A week
after they had joined Guardian Kremmer's family, he and Faith woke up to find
Maven missing, and the Kremmers weren't answering any of their questions about
where their brother was. Seven years had passed since then, and the reality was
that it didn't even matter anymore. Right now it looked like they wouldn't
survive until the end of the week, let alone long enough to find Maven. Chance
knew that if he were going to die, he was going to go out fighting.

Chance stilled as a small craft flew by
overhead. If he didn't move, maybe they would assume he was dead. At least, he
hoped they would. From the pattern of their flight, he surmised they were
looking for something—or maybe someone. He hoped they found whoever it was
before they found out that he was still alive and roaming free.

Well, they aren't going to get me. Not
today... Not ever, if I can help it.

For the past three months Chance had been in
hiding. It was more like he'd been on the run with Faith for the first two
months, then in jail for the last month, and since getting out, he'd been on
the run again for the last week. At least he thought it had only been a week.
The day he'd been thrown in jail, the enforcers had carted Faith off, which
scared the crap out of him for two reasons.

The first reason was because once the
enforcers assessed Faith, they would send her down to the surface. His sister
would now be classed as imperfect, seeing as she was currently deaf. She'd lost
her hearing three months ago when Guardian Kremmer had come home after having
had too much to drink and had beat her across the back of the head with the
object he'd had in his hand, which, at the time, happened to be a hot frying
pan—all because he hadn't liked what she'd prepared for supper.